Still Mine

What if someone said something to you, trying to discourage you from following your dreams. Would you give up on that dream? Or would you follow that dream and prove them wrong. What if the person who tired to discourage you came to an event of your dream that is now reality and tried to win you back?

My name is Olivia Wilson, and I know what I'd do.


83. Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Liv’s POV

“You’re going to burn it if you keep it on any longer,” I told Harry.

“No I’m not, now be quiet I know what I’m doing,” Harry said and pretended to hit me with the spatula he was holding.

Harry and I had woken up around forty-five minutes ago, and I was now watching Harry cook breakfast. He was making bacon, and I kept insisting that he take it off the pan now because it was going to burn, but he wasn’t listening.

“Harry I can literally smell it start to burn,” I said.

“That’s just in your head,”

“No, its in the air, because I can smell it,” I told him and he just laughed at me.

“Why am I not smelling it then?” he asked.

“You probably are, you just won’t admit it,” I said.

“Well I’m sorry I like my bacon a bit crispy,” he told me.

“There is a difference between crispy and burnt,” I said to him.

“Fine, I’m taking it off now,” he said as he turned off the stove, and took the pan off to slide the bacon onto a plate.

“Can you get out the juice?” Harry asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, and got off the barstool I was sitting on.

I took out the juice and two cups, and pour the juice into both the cups. After I put the juice back in the fridge, I walked over to where Harry was setting up the rest of the food he made onto plates.

“Here you go,” he told me as he slid me a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast.

“Thank you, and here’s your juice,” I said handing him the glass.

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“I gave you as many non darkened pieces of bacon as I could,” Harry told me.

“Doesn't darkened mean the same thing as burnt?”

“No it does not,” he said, and I just laughed at him.

We walked over to his kitchen table to sit down and eat. Once we were seated, we both began to devour our food.

After about ten minutes, both of our plates were cleaned from the food and our glasses were empty.

“So what are you planning on doing for the rest of the day?” Harry asked me.

“I don’t really know, I need to go to my apartment though so I can change,” I said, and looked down at the pajamas I was still wearing.

“What are you planning on doing after that?” he asked.

“I have no idea what I’m doing today Harry,” I told him.

“Okay, then I was wondering if you maybe, ya know, maybe um spend the day with me?” he asked nervously.

“Um,” I thought about it for a second.

“Sure,” I agreed.

He looked so relieved and less worried and nervous once I agreed to spend the day with him. I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about spending the day with Harry, but I guess I did in a way owe him for last night in the pharmacy. Plus he got his license taken away so he isn’t going to get to go many places to often for awhile, because I’m pretty sure he’s going to hate taxis.

“I guess I’ll go ahead and head back to my apartment first to get changed,” I told him.

“Okay,” he said.

I walked over to the coat rack to get Harry’s jacket that I wore here, as Harry followed me. Harry was watching as I put the jacket on and waited until it was fully on before he spoke.

“If you want you can use my car until I get me license back,” he said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, I have no use for it right now anyway since I’m not able to drive, and it’ll get you out of taxis for awhile,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said and smiled.

“Guess it’s my turn with the taxis now,” Harry joked.

I walked out to where Harry’s car was, as Harry got his car keys and then joined me. He opened the garage door, and then unlocked the car. We walked over to the vehicle, and Harry opened the door for me. He was about to close the car door once I got in but he stopped.

“So um, where do we stand now?” he asked.

“I don’t really know,” I answered.

“How can you not know?”

“I just don’t” I told him.

“Well then you need to make up your mind, because I’m tired of these mixed signals,” he told me.

“But I-I don’t know,” I said.

“Well let me know when you do,” he said to me, and slammed the car door shut.

I wanted to get out and ask him where all this was coming from. One minute he was nervously asking if I wanted to spend the day with him, and now I’m worried he’s mad at me. I guess I couldn’t really blame him for wanting an answer, it just kid of took me by surprise. My guess is he was asking now because I was coming back soon, and I couldn’t really avoid it then.

I decided to think more on the topic as I backed out of Harry’s garage and started down the road. I knew thinking about this too much might stress me out, but it had to be done. I considered calling Niall, but I knew he wasn’t going to be much help since he is a strong supporter of Harry in this situation. I went ahead a left the topic of thought to myself for decision, since everyone I could talk to is either in favor of Harry or not, and both reasoning’s they have are just going to confuse and stress me out even more.

I decided to turn on the radio for a bit while I drove down the road to my apartment. It felt like it was taking forever to get back to the building. I was hitting every red light and ending up behind every idiot and slow driver on the road today.

After a few minutes or so of dodging a few of the slow drivers and going around some cars, I finally arrived back in the part of town my apartment building was in. Despite my thought process on the longer than usually drive, I still haven’t fully decided if I wanted to forgive Harry or not. I was mostly leaning towards forgiving Harry, but I wasn’t sure. I knew I was being stubborn, and a few people were hating me for that, but I just couldn’t make up my mind.

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